[u][i][b]The Infirmary Room just next to the Conference Room.[/b][/i][/u]

Herbert walked away… And dropped. The two military men and the monk quickly rose to assist the aged member of the meeting. 

Twain, who was in fact a medical doctor, rolled his eyes and followed. “Too much excitement? Remind me not to invite you to the after-party [i]'eeeerb[/i].”

Approaching the patient, Twain whistled and cracked his knuckles. He placed his hand on Herbert's face, over his eyes.

“Everything is going to be aye-oh--....”

Twain frowned. It was likely the first frown anyone had seen upon his face thus far.

Herbert was cold to the touch. Those watching closely would soon see frost begin to form on the tips of his silver hair and the arch of his brow.


“... Oh.”


[u][i][b]Herbert, wherever the hell he is.
 [/b][/i][/u]
Herbert would feel cold… Yet, not cold. Is there a word for the temperature zone between ‘absolute zero’ and ‘regular zero’? Cold just doesn't quite cut it...

Anyway, he was somewhere cold, and foggy, and wet. There was water flowing around his ankles as if he were standing in a river. Yet, he couldn’t see the bank through the fog, and though the water was extremely shallow here the current had a strong and terrible pull upon his soul…

[u][i][b]
The Conference Room[/b][/i][/u]

Rozalind remained seated as the doctor went to work. Without thinking she touched her bandaged arm in a protective reflex.

She decided to answer Mallaidh, still holding her arm. “We ask that you, all of you, join us. We call ourselves TRIDENT. It is our task to handle these sorts of problems. You may not now know how this has happened or why this has happened to you. Yet, you are each an important piece of this puzzle. You also all have relevant and useful skills to contribute to the team. TRIDENT is always looking to recruit who have specialized skills and experience.”

The ball of light remarked upon the young girls… curves. Rozalind smiled just a little, and did not answer the question. She thought it would be much more amusing to allow Winston to fumble through this question.

[u][i][b]Ariel’s room. Elsewhere.[/b][/i][/u]

Ariel would find that… There was nowhere to go. Her room attached to a hallway, with similar rooms that were either empty or locked. Not at first anyway… There were only about six rooms, three of which were open and empty and three of which were locked and without a window to peer through. The entire space was not very big. She also didn’t see much in the way of people either… Not at first... 

Eventually a door would open. And two people entered the hall.

One was a tall muscular man, he was covered in intricate tattoos. 

The other was a smaller girl. Perhaps a teenager, slight of form, dark of s She was wearing a green T-shirt and jeans, green high tops. 

She held up a hand, the man crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. He was, however, not relaxed. He was waiting. 

The girl walked slowly toward the husky, but, she stopped in the middle of the corridor. She sat down, cross legged, letting her hands sit loose upon her knees. 

“Hi. I am Dzel. Can you understand what I am saying?” She said it loud enough so that the husky could hear her from whatever room it might be in at that moment, but her tone was even and neutral.